Well now...

I got lost on the way home from my Old Log audition. That area...well it's just kinda fucked up. Bays, Inlets, the shire. And on a gloomy day that area had me bass ackwards. The audition went well, or I should say as well as I could do. The dude I read for was, kinda, like me, albeit 4 or 5 years ago. I'm fairly certain I didn't get the giglet, but hey...no worries. I think I passed an ex whilst driving away which was weird ju-ju: The gig wasn't meant to be.

Speaking of ex geefs- Got an email from the Bear. (geef circa 1996 to 1997) Welcome back to town Bear. Our relationship, gentle readers, is the reason I fear getting burned to death. I'll leave that story for another time, but damn...it was funny. Her family is also the reason (I humbly feel) I get along well with lesbians. Notice how I didn't say I "play" well with the leebs. I heck, I get along well with almost everybody. I'm an equal-opportunity get-alonger-wither...person. Type.

(I think I get along with them. Whatever. Most folks will wind up talking smack 'bout my crazy ass when I'm not around anyway. See chapter 11: "Paranoid Ex-Fat Kids, Their Nipples, and Smack-talkers". )

Quick Hit:
This is on fucked up state in our union. It was 15 below 3 days ago. Last night, the blowing wind was almost...warm? Not "Bahamanian" by any stretch, but weird to be outside and not freeze balls. I actually started to sweat whilst shovelling.

QH #2: American Idol premiered last night. I hate the show, but I'll admit...I do like watching the 1st 2 weeks worth of auditions. It scares and saddens me a bit to think folks to be that delusional. I mean, some of them actually take it sooo seriously and treat it like the "be all end all" of their lives. And it makes me laugh so goddamn hard to watch it. Granted, as a performer auditioning/getting denied is a way of life, so I find the reactions from contestants a little bit maudlin. Although, if I had a director tell me "That was simply AWFUL. Acting lessons won't help you P...off you go." I'd feel my complexes grow.

I think we should write a play on those shitty auditions. Whaddya think, Geef? (The director "Geef") Do you have enough shitty audition stories to make a funny bastardization of "A Chorus Line"?) It would be golden.